I wonder what is actually happening,
Above our secrets so green.
A cerulean jewel lies just out of reach,
Wrapped on all sides by these leaves.
We look up upon its deepest parts,
And seldom take things in.
Oh the scattering of white swirls can confound us,
But what can we really comprehend with our minds so small?
Let us continue to scurry about our lives,
Beneath a sky full of wild riches.